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"Shut up," Dean muttered into his phone. He held it away from his ear, sighing and looking up at the ceiling for some patience. His brother, meanwhile, was still laughing like the douche he was, loud annoying guffaws that would make a donkey proud. When he could finally hear Sam getting himself under control a few moments later, he lifted the phone back to his ear. "You done?" he asked dryly.

Sam managed a last choked off laugh before he cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes. "Yeah, think so," he said, the occasional chuckle coming out but the worst of the hysterics had passed. "Sorry," he said sincerely. "I'm not laughing because it's funny— Well, no it is funny. I'm just..." he trailed off, waving a hand around as he tried to think of an appropriate word. "Shocked?"

"Fuck you, man," Dean said, no real anger or heat to his words. He really couldn't blame Sam for being shocked stupid or breaking down into laughter. It was a freaking shock; Jesus, even he was still wrapping his head around it. He still felt a low grade sort of panic at the hugeness of it all, but otherwise he felt good. Like he was doing the right thing even if it scared the hell out of him. "I just figured I should tell you." He tried not to sound defensive. Or like he was asking permission.

Sam nodded and got comfortable on his couch, resting a hand on his aching stomach muscles. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time. He did feel a little bad it was at Dean's expense but it wasn't like he'd never laughed at his brother before; he took the mantle of Little Brother seriously, whenever he could. And even if he was stupidly thrilled for his brother, and his very grown up relationship news, this was totally one of those times.

He smothered the smile before he continued, knowing Dean would be able to hear it. "Thanks, I appreciate it but it's really not necessary. I can take care of myself, Dean. I don't need to know where you are at all times. It's not like you ever worried about that before." He tried to keep his tone gentle, totally nonjudgmental, because he didn't really have an issue with Dean's nomadic habits. It was just something that was, ever since he went off on his own to go to school Dean did his own thing. They kept in touch more than they probably did living together and Dean visited whenever he was close enough.

Plus, he had Jess.

"Shut up," Dean muttered. "You telling me you wouldn't have noticed me being gone? Moving a few states away?" He heard Sam hum, obviously thinking, and he found himself clutching the phone tighter as he waited for the answer. Dreading it, actually. He'd been there for Sam since the kid was in diapers and to think Sam would just fluff him off now, happily mated and a grown-assed adult or not, hurt more than he expected it would.

Sam huffed shortly. "'Course I would'a, jerk," he said, laughing softly. A small, not exactly sad smile flitted across his face. He sighed softly, steeling himself for his brother's gruff reaction to feelings but needing to say it anyway, whether the big bad Alpha wanted to hear it or not. "I am gonna miss you, man. Like I usually do when you're not right here, annoying me with your bad singing and horrible eating habits. But it's not like I'm gonna guilt you into staying. Not now."

He might have at some point, if he was being honest with himself. When he was an admittedly selfish pup, wanting his freedom but Dean's constant attention as well. Before he knew what it was like to be totally gone over a mate, before he'd knew first hand that scary mix of devotion and dependence that settled in once you found that one person for you. There was no way he'd say or do anything that might jeopardize that for Dean.

"Yeah," Dean said, voice rough. He swallowed a few times around the lump that had settled in his throat and tilted the phone up when he had to cough lightly to clear it. There was relief in there somewhere, knowing that Sammy wasn't too cool for him anymore, and he focused on that.

He turned and found himself looking at a picture of Cas, belly round and a small smile on his face, and brightened. "You should come visit. Meet Cas. Say hi to Grace." It was more or less a demand, and he could practically hear Sam smile through the phone at the mention of Grace. His brother had been enthralled, wrapped around her little finger and grinning like an idiot at the title of 'Uncle Sammy', 5 minutes after meeting her.

There was a whole laundry list of why that made all sorts of things squish around in his guts, but he didn't want to get a head of himself just yet. Right now, he and Cas weren't exactly anything but Alpha and the Omega-he-knocked-up, but it didn't make that happy feeling of pack go away. It only got worse when he thought about Sam in the mix, his huge dorky brother getting along with Cas and Grace, bringing Jess for dinners and holidays and shit.

Dean groaned softly, rubbing his eyes hard enough to make them tingle and sparks to shoot across his eyelids. Sam was talking and he forced himself out of his (possibly slightly delusional) happy-thoughts to listen.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Sam said easily, already mentally working through his and Jess' schedules for the earliest time they could take a few days off. "I definitely gotta meet the guy that made you all gooey and turn into Mister Homey Alpha."

Dean sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose. Part of him wanted to deny it but there really was no denying it; pretty much from the moment he stepped into Cas' house, he'd been doomed. In a good way, but doomed nonetheless. It wasn't like it was going to be hard to settle in a new place, one closer to Cas and Grace. He didn't really settle anywhere for long so he didn't have a damn thing to pack up that wasn't already in Baby's trunk. He didn't want to overwhelm either of them when it was so new, not when he could practically taste the potential for more. Open flirting, warm looks and easy touches were a good start, though.

He nearly groaned at the positively girly thoughts. Sam would bust his guts open on another laughing fit if he told him, so he didn't. For now. He could only take so much being laughed at by his little brother in one day. "Yeah yeah," Dean muttered, face suspiciously warm. His gaze returned to the picture of Cas and he could feel his face stretching into a smile again. A big, dumb, goofy-ass smile judging by the fact his face was starting to hurt.

Also, it apparently gave him verbal diarrhea because he found himself talking about Cas, gushing about the Omega to his brother like a goddam teenager fangirling over an issue of Tiger Beat. He was finishing why Cas' pie-baking skills made him part angel and just getting to the part about how he was pretty sure Cas' butt was still as awesome as he remembered when Sam's laughter filtered into his brain, halting him mini-rant. He scowled at his phone, "What?"

"Nothing, man," Sam said, grinning. Jess was looking at him with a curious sort of expectation, obviously wanting in on what was amusing him, but he could only shrug, mouthed 'Dean—tell you later' at her. He smiled when she just nodded and busied herself with putting her work things away. He was much less invested in his conversation with Dean as he watched Jess twirl and pin up her long, blonde hair and she started taking off her work clothes as she moved around the room. "Just—It's nice to hear you sound excited for something that's not car-shaped for once."

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

"Whatever you say, Dean," Sam said agreeably. He leaned forward on the sofa, trying to keep Jess' underwear clad rear in view. He flopped back with a soft huff of disappointment when the wall blocked his view. "So, as much as I'd love to hear more about Cas' dreamy blue eyes and his, uh, bite-able butt, I gotta go. Jess is home."

Dean's nose scrunched up, mostly in annoyance with himself for getting so carried away. But. Cas' eyes were kinda dreamy (not that he ever actually used that word out loud) and his ass was totally bite-able. So. He couldn't really be held accountable for spilling to Sam. His brother was one of the few people he could talk to and it was pretty easy apparently, regardless of it being about Cas' various parts. And without even having to see Sam's earnest face and big, sappy 'sharing is caring, Dean' expression.

"Yeah, okay," he finally said, realizing Sam had probably already tuned him out since Jess was home and Sam was stuck talking to him. Part of him wanted to mess with his brother, as usual, but he just couldn't at the moment. He'd be really freakin' offended Sam was so quick to lose focus if he didn't like Jess and already know how useless he brother could be when he was within 10 feet of her. He sort of knew the feeling... "Tell Jess I said hi." He was pretty sure he got the last part in, getting a distracted sounding grunt out of his brother just before the call was disconnected and he was ditched for a pretty blond Beta. He stared at his phone for a moment before slipping it back into his pocket.

It had gone surprisingly well. He absently wiped his hands off on his pants, grimacing a little. Gross. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sweaty palms, especially when talking to Sam. He jumped a little when Cas was suddenly in his space, the Omega leaning in at the hips to stare at him, blue eyes squinty with concern and curiosity.

"Are you alright, Dean?"

Dean nodded, nearly about to ask why Cas would ask when he caught a whiff of himself. Ah. Right. "Yeah, I'm good, Cas," he said, working up a smile. The longer he stared at Cas, the less forced it felt. "Just been talkin' to Sam."

"Your brother," Castiel said, nodding once. He'd heard about Sam from Dean and Grace during dinner. It didn't quite stop the irrational twinge of jealousy, deep down, to hear Dean speaking about another Omega, even one that was clearly pack and nothing else. "Is he well?" he asked, stepping closer and placing a hand on Dean's arm. If Sam was unwell, it would explain Dean's scent being quite potent with anxiety and stress. For as separate lives as the siblings led, they were close and he couldn't imagine what Dean would do if something truly bad had happened to his younger brother.

Dean's hand was already laying over Cas', his thumb doing weird stroking things to the side of Cas' thumb without him really thinking about it. He looked up, blinked a few times, confused. "What? Yeah, no, Sammy's good. Why?" he asked, trying not to be a complete sappy dork over the fact that Cas was asking about Sam. The concern genuine as he did, like he cared as much as Dean might. It was doing all sorts of weird things to his Alpha brain and he didn't know if he should kick it in the proverbial balls or revel in it for a moment.

"You seem... upset," Castiel said carefully. Not that Dean smelled that way now; he was warm and mellow, calm and verging on something reminiscent of happy mate. It was rather distracting. He cocked his head a little and rubbed along Dean's arm when the Alpha looked away, a tinge of anxiety returning. He didn't ask, just stood patient and kept up the soothing touches until Dean felt like he could speak, figuring Dean would respond better to touch and silence instead of probing questions.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. I was telling Sam something," Dean said slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Something kinda personal? About you. And Grace." He saw Cas tense a little, gaze flickering away to focus somewhere over his left shoulder. He wasn't exactly sure if Cas knew what he was going to say and didn't like the idea or... What. But. He'd never find out being a pansy-ass about it.

He cleared his throat and shifted closer, enjoying the feel of Cas' body heat settling warm against his front. Cas leaned into his space, probably unconsciously, but it was encouraging nonetheless and gave him that little extra push to just freakin' say it. "I, uh, said I was gonna be sticking around for awhile. Around here. Wanted to let him know since I wasn't sure when I'd be by for a visit anytime soon." He dipped his head a little to meet Cas' eyes. "If that's okay?" he added, suddenly realizing he never asked. He was pretty sure Grace would like seeing him again, get some actual father-daughter bonding stuff done.

What if Cas didn't want him hanging around? He tried not to think negatively, they'd only been having good times so far, but it was still that weird limbo of near-strangers instead of the warm familiarity of pack. He knew they'd have more stupid arguments, him being all Alpha at the worst times and Cas getting pissy about it (seriously, he'd lost count of how many times he'd seen the pissy face he knew Cas was mentally grumbling about not needing an Alpha before, but at least he relented often enough Dean didn't push too often). A few subtle disagreements about Grace; he was still learning about his pup, so Cas was usually pretty calm about those issues and didn't flip his shit thinking the worst of Dean's intentions.

But he still wanted all that though, still wanted the drama and the fluttery nerves and the stupid sweaty palms... But it was hard to stay positive, convince himself that Cas might want all that too, the longer the Omega kept quiet. Eyes wide and bright, his body tense. Cas looked stunned, but not exactly a way Dean could read as bad, so he tried not to panic too much until the Omega actually spoke. Or kicked him out.

"Oh," Castiel breathed, embarrassed to realize he actually felt faint. Holy hell, he was feeling like some dime store bodice-ripper cover clichéd Omega that swooned over the rugged Alpha announcing his intentions before claiming him with a scorching kiss and tossed onto the nearest soft surface. He nearly laughed at how appropriate it kind of was. Dean's jaw was set and his face was impassive but the apprehension was clear now that Castiel knew him better. He idly wondered if he should let Dean know his eyes were too expressive to hide much.

He nodded once, trying to find the appropriate response. If he was too exuberant, he was afraid Dean would be just as unhappy as if he'd said no. "Okay."

"Okay?" Dean repeated, eyes widening a little. Cas just nodded at him, a smile growing on his face. By the time it was wrinkling his nose up, scrunching it in a way that made his insides flip, Dean was already yanking him closer. "Okay," he breathed out when Cas relaxed into the hug. "Good. Awesome." He huffed out a breath of relief, but it didn't last long.

He pulled away, holding Cas at arm's length. "I mean, are you sure? I don't wanna bust in on your thing here. I know you've been good, you and Grace, and—"

Castiel shut Dean up with a kiss. It was very tempting to sink into the kiss, the first since he'd seen Dean again. So tempting to just give into the teasing brush of tongue against his lips, the hint of teeth at his bottom lip... It was difficult to pull away. Especially since one of Dean's hands had already burrowed into his hair, fingers clenched just tight enough to feel amazing, sending tingling sparks all through him and keeping him close. It took a moment to get his breath back and he licked his lips, unconsciously chasing the taste and scent of Dean. He missed the feel of Dean's fingers in his hair when they left but enjoyed the way large, strong hands slide down to cup and cradle his face even more.

"You're not 'busting into anything', Dean," he said with a smile, gently rubbing a hand along Dean's chest. Mostly it was a soothing gesture, but he could admit to himself he was fondling the Alpha a little.

Castiel could feel the heavy thud of Dean's heartbeat under his palm and he marveled at the strange way Dean would exude self-confidence yet be so uncertain, nearly simultaneously. "We'd both love to see you again," he added. Dean beamed at him, an unadulterated joyful expression on his face, and he could only smile back, fingers digging into Dean's chest to help ground him, remind him the moment was real. It was all... overwhelming.

Dean cleared his throat and nodded. He wasn't sure if he should say thanks or something because he was pretty sure Cas could just as easily tell him to fuck off, that it was a nice idea but he didn't need some Alpha dick to start hanging around just because they shared a kid and had some fun a decade ago. Just because Grace had found him didn't mean he needed to stick around. But, no, Cas looked really fucking happy about the whole thing.

Even with their moment in the kitchen earlier, he wasn't exactly sure what to make of his... thing with Cas. He practically popped a boner the moment he saw him, so it wasn't like he didn't still think Cas was hot and smelled like the best thing since pecan pie a la mode. But. Well, there was probably a bigger issue with the other thing. The wanna-make-a-pack-with-Grace-and-Cas thing that probably had a lot to do with it instead of Cas just being his pup-momma.

They should probably hang out more, maybe have a date or something. His hands dropped from Cas' face to settle on his waist, nervously fiddling with a belt loop.

"Date?" Dean blurted out, fingers digging into Cas' hips. Either to keep Cas from running away or because he was too freakin' stunned to move because he couldn't believe he'd said that aloud. Son of a bitch, he needed to get a fucking handle on his brain-to-mouth filter. That was least suave he'd ever been and right when he needed it most, when actually freakin' mattered, he beefed it. Before he could groan and maybe laugh it off, Cas was in his face, dark eyebrows all scrunched together.

Castiel studied Dean for a moment. Dean simply stared back, eyes slightly wide. He narrowed his own, head tilting a little as he leaned closer towards Dean. "As in we go out," he clarified, wiggling a finger between them. Dean's chin dipped in a nod. "On a date?" Dean shrugged and then nodded, looking wary but determined. He nodded back and turned, slipping out of Dean's grip quite easily, taking advantage of the Alpha's stunned state.

He was only a few steps towards his room when he looked over his shoulder. Dean was still standing in his kitchen, looking confused, arms still up and holding empty space. "Are you coming, Dean?"

"Where?" Dean asked but he was already moving to follow Cas. Because he had a pretty damn good idea where Cas was headed. Plus, Cas just said yes to his spontaneous, lame-ass attempt at a request for a date. He was still feeling kind of disconnected; too damn much had happened in too short a time. His brain was fried, he barely registered the heated look Cas sent over his shoulder or the scent of aroused Omega that wafted towards him. But his body was already getting with the program, though, and he was trailing Cas like a good puppy.

Castiel didn't answer, he saw no need to since Dean was following him, now close enough he was nearly stepping on the back's of his heels. He checked that Grace's door was closed and the light was off before pulling Dean into his bedroom. He closed the door the moment they cleared the threshold and pushed the Alpha against the solid wood, grinning when Dean went with a surprised oof. He practically pounced, a little surprised by his own boldness. But Dean didn't look bothered by the proceedings.

"So," Dean said slowly, a smile growing. He could feel Cas pressed against him and he was having some issues with keeping his hands above the waist. Cas didn't seem to mind when his fingers strayed, petting a little under his shirt and dipping teasingly into the waistband of his pants, so he pulled Cas closer with a firm grip on his ass and grinned. "Shouldn't this happen after the date?" he teased, thumb caressing and pressing into the seam at the back of Cas' jeans. Even through the denim he could feel the Omega's body heat and he nearly groaned.

Castiel huffed softly, squirming a little as Dean teased at him through his pants. "We could wait if you're worried about your virtue." He nearly laughed when Dean pulled back and actually looked to be considering it. He swallowed thickly when the look was gone moments later to be replaced with something that was pure Alpha wantheatdesire, a look that had heat curling in his belly and his thighs tingling with pleasurable expectation.

He was ready to point out they'd already had a pup together, so it wasn't as if they hadn't already been down this road, when Dean reacted. The hands on his rear tightened and he was pulled into firm contact with the Alpha's body. He moaned softly, muffling the noise by rolling his lips over his teeth, as their hips aligned and he could feel the firm-yet-soft press of Dean's stomach against his.

"Fuck it," Dean said, squeezing at Cas. "You'll still respect me in the morning, right?" he teased, voice low and rough already. Cas nodded eagerly and he laughed before grabbing Cas' face and diving in for a kiss. He started slow, relearning the shape and texture of Cas' mouth. It was soft and warm and fucking awesome. He deepened the kiss, groaning softly into Cas' mouth when Cas pressed closer, the Omega's hands slid up his sides, almost tickling his ribs through his T-shirt. He licked into Cas' mouth, humming with pleasure when Cas' hands slipped under his shirt, those long fingers slid over his stomach and up his chest. He grunted a moan when Cas tweaked a nipple. He pulled away, just long enough to catch his breath and stare at Cas, taking in the flushed face and overall gorgeous sight of him.

Apparently, Cas was done waiting and grabbed him by the shirt front, spun them around and shoved him towards the bed with both hands on his chest. Dean stumbled a bit but landed on the soft mattress with a bounce. Then Cas was on him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap, kissing him hard enough to make their teeth clack as they fell backwards onto the mattress. He was nearly overwhelmed with the taste and scent of Cas, all hot aroused Omega, and he swallowed a moan when Cas arched against him. He couldn't help the moan when Cas ran his hands along his chest again, palms pressing insistently against peaked nipples over cotton as soon as Cas worked out how much he liked it.

Dean shoved lightly as Cas' shoulder until he backed off a little. Cas sat up, looking confused for all of a second until Dean's hands landed on the hem of his sweater. Cas was quick on the uptake and leaned back some more, eyeing Dean eagerly. But apparently, he'd taken too long - his arms were wrenched back and his flannel was tugged down his arms before he could follow through on getting Cas stripped. Cas' mouth, firm and wet and perfect, on his even as he tossed the flannel somewhere behind him. It didn't do a damn thing for the heat working through his body when Cas writhed and pressed closer, hips rolling forward into his. Even through the many layers of fabric, his dick leapt at the touch, twitching and leaking a little with each inhale of Cas and the thick sweetness of Omega arousal.

He groaned and raised his arms obediently when Cas started yanking on the hem of his T-shirt next, the cotton stretching.

Castiel struggled with fabric, cursing under his breath when he had to pull off Dean's mouth to work the T-shirt up and off. He felt clumsy and awkward in his haste and inexperience, but at least he got the job done and Dean wasn't laughing at him. His fingers drifted across warm skin, enjoying the tease of it as he yanked and struggled.

"Fucking layers," Castiel muttered, pulling the shirt over Dean's head none-too-gently until he was finally treated to bare Alpha skin. He dropped the shirt behind him and took in the sight that was Dean. He hadn't changed much over the years, just a bit more solid weight to his chest and a little extra to his stomach. And a tattoo. He was curious, fingertips gently tracing the spiky points of the design, but he didn't ask. Maybe he would later, when he could string more words together than just 'fuck me, Alpha'.

He raised his arms with a happy hum when Dean grabbed both layers and pulled, divesting him of his sweater and shirt in one easy movement. Warm, wet lips on his chest surprised him but he went easily when Dean grabbed him under his thighs and flipped them over. They both moaned none too quietly when the shift had them pressing close together, groins and bare chests touching. "Be quiet," he murmured, sliding a foot up behind Dean's legs to rest on his denim-clad rear. Dean merely blinked down at him, confusion replacing the heated look. "Don't wake Grace," he said pointedly.

"Oh." Dean leaned back a little, suddenly unsure if they should be doing this. "Uh." His gaze wandered to the (thankfully locked) door. And goddammit if that wasn't like a bucket of ice water to the crotch. He was pretty sure he was being ridiculous, but any thoughts of getting Cas naked fled. He looked back at Cas, trying to get back in the mood. Nope, even looking at Cas' tented pants and inhaling the awesome scent of a turned on Omega didn't help now that he'd essentially cock-blocked himself.

He leaned back a little and he lowered his head. "Maybe we could do this later?" he asked, peeking up at Cas. He wasn't sure if this was some sort of spur of the moment, one time offer deal he was completely blowing.

Castiel huffed softly and cupped Dean's face in his hands. He was tempted to point out that if Dean wanted to stick around, they'd have to fool around with the pup down the hall at some point. But he couldn't blame Dean for being wary; he wasn't exactly sure he could be quiet enough not to wake Grace. He hadn't ever tested how deeply Grace slept before, but he knew she wasn't an especially deep sleeper. It'd been entirely too long and he had no idea if he'd be able to control himself.

As much as he wanted to wrap his legs around Dean and just demand more, he was touched. He smiled easily up at Dean, his touch soft as he stroked along Dean's shoulders and nodded. It was a little ridiculous how warm he felt, chest fluttering pleasantly.

"Alright," Castiel said, easing Dean closer for another kiss. He kept it light, letting go after only a few moments even though he needed more, already loving the fit of their mouths and the determination Dean kissed with. He let Dean go, watching as the Alpha licked his lips and looked to be debating with himself, gaze flicking between his bared chest and the locked door rapidly, before he finally sat up and rolled off him. Dean was sitting alongside him and looking confused and sorry at the same time.

He felt for him, he really did even if he didn't completely understand his motivations. He shifted onto his side and patted Dean's knee reassuringly when Dean shot him a miserable, apologetic look. He worried his bottom lip, unsure if he should ask... He didn't want Dean to go just yet. "Did you want to stay the night?" His eyes darted to the bed but he'd make up the couch if it meant Dean would stay a little longer.

Dean sucked in a breath, having to smother the urge to agree immediately. He slid off the bed and picked up his shirts, shaking them out a little before putting them back on. "Thanks but no," he said, looking down and concentrating on his buttons. "I need to check in before ten or I'll lose my reservation." He chanced a look up and didn't know if he should be relieved or put out that Cas didn't look bothered by his refusal. At least he was smiling. He felt himself matching the goofy smile, caught up in staring for a long moment.

"Alright," Castiel said, sitting up and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled Dean closer with a finger in his pocket, only letting go when Dean was snug between his knees. And even then, it was only so he could slide his hands along denim covered thighs, fisting his hands together behind Dean's legs. "I appreciate what you're doing, Dean, but you don't have to be so cautious."

Dean cleared his throat and tried to find something to do with his hands. He finally settled on letting them rest on Cas' shoulders. "Maybe not," he agreed softly. He slid his hands up Cas' shoulders to cup his neck, tilting Cas' face up with his thumbs. "But I don't wanna fuck up, either. Okay?" Cas just nodded, eyes a little wide with something like wonder. He knew Cas was reading between the lines, could hear was he wasn't saying, and as much as it made him want to sweat (maybe book it out of there as fast as he could), Cas looked okay with the implications. He bent down and kissed him, pulling away with a soft chuckle when Cas tried to deepen the kiss, fingers sliding into his hair and pulling as he arched his body up into Dean's.

Insatiable... Fuck Cas was gorgeous and raring to go. Jesus, why was he saying no again? Right. Do things right.

And Grace. Somehow the idea of wild monkey sex with his daughter doors away was a really effective cold shower.

He stepped away, immediately missing Cas' warmth. But he wasn't exactly a stranger to doing the hard thing when it needed to be done. "I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'd like that," Castiel said, easing up off the bed and walking towards Dean. He opened the door and eased past him, headed for the front door. He could hear Dean following behind him and he smiled to himself. He leaned against the front door, blocking Dean's way a little when Dean reached for the knob. "If we're going out tomorrow night, I'll need to know so I can arrange a sitter."

Dean grinned, pleased Cas hadn't forgotten—or changed his mind—about their date. No matter how awkward he'd asked, he meant it. "Sure thing. When's good for you?"

"Be here by four," Castiel said decisively. "Grace'll be home from school by then." Dean smiled—beamed, really—and placed a quick kiss to his lips before hurrying out the door and to his car. He leaned against the door, enjoying the heated flutter that worked through his body and smiling dopily at the empty room for a few moments before heading to bed.

Ω

Grace peeked around the corner, using all her stealth, to spy on her mom and Dean. They were sitting together on the sofa, like close together, so that had to be a good sign. Right? Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her pajama shirt as she spied, all movements pausing, even her breathing, when Dean leaned towards her mom, a very Alpha look on his face. She nearly squeaked with excitement; she'd seen enough romantic movies to know what would happen next!

They were gonna kiss! Finally! She nearly whooped with excitement and victory but managed to stifle the sound with her hand before she could give away her presence.

"Grace Anne Novak!" Castiel was decidedly unamused by the squeaked 'eep!' sound that emanated from the hallway. He really wasn't. He chewed on the inside of his cheek until the urge to smile went away and he was able to give his daughter the Stern Eyebrows properly.

Grace winced at the full name and the dreaded look. Darn it. She slowly eased out from her hiding spot just enough she could peek an eyeball out to see clearly. "Uhm. Sorry?"

Dean fought a smile and tried to subtly adjust himself so his half-hard dick wasn't obvious. He cleared his throat when it looked like Cas was getting himself ready for a real lecture. He knew he didn't have the right to say a damn thing but he wanted to cut the kid some slack; if it wasn't for Grace's sneaky, independent streak he wouldn't even be where he was right then.

He leaned into Cas' space, mentally high-fiving himself when he heard the audible hitch in the Omega's breathing and the subtle way Cas leaned toward him. "Can I invite myself for dinner tomorrow night?" He grinned, putting on the charm nice and thick when Cas' turned his head enough to give him a narrow-eyed stare.

He added in a look he hoped read 'smoldering, sexy Alpha' and not 'constipated' when Cas finally turned his head to fully look at him, lips slightly pursed.

"Perhaps," Castiel said, then turned back to his daughter. "Do not spy on people. It's rude and an invasion of others' privacy. You're bound to be scarred for life in the wrong situation."

Grace's eyebrows scrunched together. "Wrong situation?"

"Uncle Gabriel and Uncle Balthazar," Castiel said gravely, eyebrow raising for emphasis.

Grace's face scrunched up all together. "Oh, eew!" she said, flapping her hands around dramatically. She adored both of her uncles (uncle Balthazar wasn't a real uncle, or that would be super-extra gross) but she couldn't imagine seeing them kissing. Ew.

"Yes. Well," Castiel hummed, pleased he'd made his point. Even if it was at the expense of his brother and longtime friend.

He was about to send Grace back to bed, it was over an hour past her bedtime after all, when she eased around the corner and took two shuffling, cautious steps closer. It was obvious she had something on her mind, and he knew his daughter would not be able to rest until he'd gotten it out, so he scooted over and patted the vacant spot between him and Dean. He laughed softly when she grinned and hurried over.

"What's up, Buttercup?" Dean asked, trying not to laugh at Grace's adorable unicorn slippers, the stuffed head on the toes flopping around with every step. He reached out and steadied Grace with a hand to her back when she practically jumped into the spot between him and Cas and wobbled on the cushions.

Grace fiddled with the hem of her pajamas again, suddenly shy. It'd been a whole two weeks and Dean was still here. He didn't stay over, like real sleep overs like adults were supposed to do when they had the love smell all over them, but he came over pretty much every day. Sometimes, even picking her up from school (once he went to the office and did something so they wouldn't think he was some kid stealer). They even went on dates, which was cool even though she didn't get to go. Uncle Gabe came over to make caramel popcorn and watch movies with her until she had to go to bed so it was OK. But still, they weren't quite a pack yet because she knew there was something missing. She just wasn't sure what.

She looked between the two adults and then leaned into her mom's side. "Are you guys gonna be mates?"

Castiel looked at Dean over Grace's head, eyebrows raised in question. He was curious as well. Dean's mentioned it, once or twice, but usually only in the heat of the moment and he knew better than to take that seriously.

"Uhm." Dean hesitated, unsure. Yeah, he would go there in a heartbeat but he wasn't sure if Cas wanted that yet. He tried not to let the heavy stares from Grace and Cas affect him, both of them giving him identical looks of intense curiosity and expectation. He rubbed at the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. "I think that's something me an' Cas should talk about first, kiddo."

Grace huffed and looked at Dean shrewdly. "But you wanna," she pointed out. Even she could tell, so she had no idea why her parents were being so dumb. It was never this hard in the movies. Why were parents so stubborn and dumb? She wanted to poke them both until they just got on with it, but uncle Balthazar said some people couldn't be forced to drink water. Or ride a horse to a fountain... Or something.

Dean shared another look with Cas and slowly nodded, fingers clenching at his knees. Any lingering doubt was brutally strangled by the look Cas was giving him; a mind-scrambling combination of relief, adoration and desire. It was... kind of awkward with Grace there between them, honestly, but still one of the best things he could remember happening to him in a long time.

Probably ever.

He cleared his throat and awkwardly patted Grace on the head, rubbing a little and messing up her carefully braided hair just because he knew it would make her giggle. "Yeah," he finally said, gaze darting up to meet Cas' once more. Yeah, Cas was still giving him that look and still on board with everything. He turned his attention back to Grace, brows scrunched together, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Dean nearly choked on how much he sounded like his father, but Cas gave him a dopey look and Grace rolled her eyes like any other kid would. It was weird as hell but probably the second best thing he'd ever felt.

"I wasn't sleepy," Grace said, trying not to pout. Pouting didn't get her anywhere, even if it was tempting. She crossed her arms over her chest and flopped back into the sofa cushions. "And I'm not goin' to bed until you come live with us."

Dean frowned, looking at his daughter's defiantly raised chin and stubbornly crossed arms. Was this one of those things he should find cute or tell his kid to stop being a brat about? It wasn't like he was all that pissed about what she was demanding but he was pretty damn sure kids weren't supposed to pull that kinda shit and win.

He looked at Cas, hoping for a clue since he was still feeling out this whole 'dad' thing. But Cas wasn't much help, though; he was looking shell-shocked and kind of pale.

So. Probably the brat thing. Dean squared his shoulders, preparing for the horrible feeling that still came over him when he had to scold or yell at Grace for something. It didn't happen often, and was somehow different than the times he had to do it with Sam. He definitely felt worse about doing it with Grace.

"Grace."

Grace flinched a little at the tone. She wasn't used to hearing an Alpha voice say her name like that. It pretty much sucked because she wanted to apologize and do whatever he wanted so he wouldn't sound so disappointed and pissed off. Dean didn't do it often, so it was always a shock to her when he did—and it rarely failed to make her feel like a misbehaving pup when it happened.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, playing with the frill on her pajamas. She looked up, remembering Uncle Sam's talk about how to make the best puppy-eyes. There was lots of giggling when they were practicing but it turned out to be really effective because the moment she looked up, lip pooched out just a little and eyes wide, she could see the way Dean's shoulders tensed and his mouth tightened.

And she totally knew that meant he wanted to just melt into a puddle of Alpha goo but he was resisting. She had to text Uncle Sam and let him know it worked…

"Grace, go to bed." Castiel gently but firmly urged his daughter upright and off the cushions. He didn't have to look at her to know she was pulling something on Dean, just looking at the Alpha's body language was enough to tell him she had.

He didn't know if he should be angry she was trying to dictate their relationship or pleased (and more than a little relieved) she was as eager for pack as he was. He knew he shouldn't approve of her methods, but he felt so blindsided by how sudden everything happened, he couldn't think. He honestly didn't know how to proceed, either, and that meant getting Grace out of his space so he could think like a rational person, a responsible parent, once again.

"But—"

"No buts," Castiel interrupted sternly. "It's past your bedtime."

Grace knew that tone. It was as immoveable as an Alpha's, really. She knew better than to argue. She slumped off the sofa, shoulders bent forward as she stared at the carpet. "I was only tryin' to help," she muttered, staring at her slippers. Silence. She didn't know if that was good or bad, though. No angry scent, no yelling or telling her she was out of line was good. But no one was saying anything at all, which was kind of bad.

She sighed, long and slow, and finally shuffled off to bed, peeking over her shoulder twice only to see both parents just watching her go with stern faces.

Castiel waited until he heard Grace's door snick shut before he even breathed again, relaxing into the couch cushions with a long exhale. He caught Dean's scent and inhaled sharply, looking over at him, an apology ready. It came out as a breathless kind of squeak when he was pushed into the cushions by Dean, soft, firm lips on his, hands clutching at his shoulders.

He was quick to kiss back, even if he was a little confused. Of all the reactions, he hadn't expected this one. Dean's body pressed him further into the cushions and he hummed a happy little sound, shifting his hands out from between their chests to slide through Dean's hair and pulling him closer, knees sliding up to accommodate Dean and press against his hips.

Dean pulled back before Cas could really get into the kiss. "Bossy kid," he muttered. He tried to sound annoyed but he couldn't manage it through the big ass grin on his face. He kind of liked that his kid didn't usually take shit. He did like Grace's no-nonsense attitude. Most times.

Castiel couldn't help smiling back. He nodded and averted his gaze to Dean's chest as he fiddled with a loose button on Dean's shirt. "Yes," he agreed, unable to sound bothered by it. Grace had always been a willful child and he admired his daughter's strength of will. Especially since she managed to think of others in her pursuits more often than not, a rare thing even in most adults.

"She ain't exactly wrong, though," Dean said slowly, watching Cas for any sort of reaction. He licked his lips when Cas looked down, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks and hiding his eyes. He really hated that coy look because it tended to short-circuit his brain and he kinda needed to be thinking with the big head right now.

This was serious.

Castiel slowly shook his head. "No, but that doesn't mean we're bound to her whims, Dean." He pushed at Dean's chest, smiling to himself when Dean was quick to lean back and give him some room to sit up. "You are aware that children to not dictate these things, correct?"

"Yeah, duh," Dean said, rolling his eyes even though he was smiling. And so was Cas, so that was good. He shifted closer on the cushions until their thighs were pressing together. He really wanted to give Cas his space, but he needed a little reassurance, too. Embarrassing as that was, it wasn't something he could ignore. He wasn't good at this talking shit and he really needed to know what Cas was thinking about all this, what he wanted.

He reached out and Cas was quick to grab his hand, slotting their fingers together and resting them on his thigh. He'd never held hands so damn much but it was awesome so he didn't complain. "But she brings up a good point, though. I mean, if you wouldn't mind that, I'd like it," he said softly, staring at their hands instead of at Cas, struggling with admitting it out loud. He was still getting used to something so damn good happening to him, he really didn't want to rock the boat or have the other shoe come crashing down right on his neck.

Castiel hummed softly as he considered.

At first, he had been wary about Dean being so close, physically and as well as emotionally. He'd been concerned that the Alpha's presence would become cloying, intimidating or oppressive. There hadn't seem to be many soft edges to Dean, especially when they weren't in private. Dean tended to be so Alpha at times, but it wasn't something he disliked. It was oddly reassuring more often than not. Dean wasn't one to use his dominating personality to his advantage, though. Castiel learned it was more or less just Dean's personality, a man used to being responsible for others and taking charge because it needed to be done and he'd taken it upon himself to do so. But at the same time, Dean was caring and giving, even if it was more subtle than he was used to. There weren't ultimatums, orders barked in a commanding tone or anything overt like he'd seen so many Alphas do. Dean somehow managed to make anything he wanted sound like a suggestion, something he'd found out Dean had learned in dealing with his headstrong Omega brother.

Plus, there was the wonderful way he'd bonded with Grace and her with him. It still felt surreal at times seeing them at the table, eating a snack together, the pair of them giggling over pudding cups or eating their Oreos in the same manner. Or Dean going over Grace's homework with her, the pup's frustration over fractions abating as Dean grabbed a pencil and spoke softly as he helped her through the problems.

"I'd like it, too," Castiel murmured, squeezing Dean's hand for emphasis, voice tight with emotion.

Dean blinked a few times, leaning back in his shock and staring at Cas. He swallowed a few times, trying to breathe through the sudden tightness in his chest. He nodded, looking back at their entwined fingers. Sam had said he'd be stupid not to grab Cas and Grace with both hands and it wasn't like he disagreed… He just hated the thought of them slipping through if he did.

"You're sure? I mean, it's not—" Dean started, peeking up at Cas. "It's not like this isn't awesome," he finally said, waving his free hand between them, "But I don't want you to think it's something we hafta do because of Grace."

And, yeah, it kind of hurt to say but it was true. He knew plenty of people that had pups together that didn't go for the full-on mate thing. The past few weeks with Cas and Grace had been great and he wanted more but he didn't want to be greedy and fuck things up. He felt too damn much for both of them to risk it if Cas wasn't ready.

He frowned when Cas got into his face and rolled his eyes. He knew that was his 'oh, you silly Alpha' look and he was a little confused why the hell Cas was thinking he was being stupid right now. "Don't mock me, you asshole," he muttered, fighting a smile when Cas pressed closer and fisted a hand in his shirt.

"I will when you say something utterly ridiculous," Castiel said, sliding his other hand behind Dean's neck.

Dean balked, leaning back but not enough to make Cas' hand move. "I'm being ridiculous?" Cas nodded, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a little. He stayed silent as Cas shifted, moving in close and swinging a leg over his lap so the Omega was straddling him. It was purely habit for his hands to settle on Cas' thighs. He wasn't distracted by warm, muscly thighs clenching him. Nope. He was still... Still. Uhm.

"Yes," Castiel said aloud, leaning in close and brushing their noses together. Dean's eyes fluttered closed and he smiled, enjoying the fact that Dean didn't pull away from such tender gestures any more. He dragged his nose along Dean's cheekbones, pleased to feel the skin warm. He dipped down and nuzzled at Dean's neck, nipping lightly as he slid his hands across Dean's chest and shoulders.

He leaned in close until their chests were pressed together, snug and warm, humming softly when Dean's hands slid up his thighs, squeezing at his hips for a moment before continuing, hands fisting together at the small of his back and holding him close. He felt excitement bubble through him at the prospect of having this all the time. Of having the chance to fall asleep cradled in Dean's arms and waking up that way. He wanted it and he wanted it now. "When can you move in?" he asked, voice low and slightly muffled by Dean's skin.

"Now," Dean breathed in a rush, hands shifting to tighten on Cas' hips. He was feeling almost giddy with everything. Jesus, had the last 10 minutes actually happened? He nosed at Cas' messy hair, lips against his temple and just tried to control his breathing before he hyperventilated. Or blurted out something sappy.

He felt more than heard Cas' laugh and pulled back, eyes wide. Shit, that was probably not the right answer. He should give them both some time to think this over… "Wait, no. Uh. I mean... That's not—"

"That's perfectly fine, Dean," Castiel said, pecking a quick kiss on Dean's chin. He winked when he leaned back and caught Dean's wide-eyed look, Dean's bottom lip trembling just a little as the Alpha tried to rein his emotions in. He really did adore how badly Dean was at hiding his feelings sometimes. It warmed him thoroughly to see it, really.

He stared at Dean, slowly tilting his head down when he realized Dean was just staring at him, that wide-eyed expression still on his face. He nearly sighed at how repetitive the conversation was getting. He didn't mind reassuring Dean, though, not if it made the look, like Dean couldn't believe in good things happening, go away.

"I'm sure, Dean," Castiel said softly, firmly, looking up and giving Dean his full attention. "You've practically lived here the last week as it is." He chuckled and fixed Dean's collar. Dean didn't have many things and he was quite sure half of them currently resided in various spots in his home. "I've already made peace with your deplorable eating habits. The way you walk out of your socks and leave them on the floor. And the fact that you get the mirror spotted with toothpaste."

Dean shivered a little when he felt Cas' thumb brush along the side of his neck, slipping under the collar of his shirt and gently stroking along his collarbone. Everything tingled with anticipation and pleasure, his head willingly tilting a little as if Cas was going to sweep down and nibble him, mark him up and claim him right then and there. He rolled his lips over the urge to moan, pleasure star bursting from the spot and rolling hot and quick through him, his entire body feeling hot and tingly when Cas applied a little pressure over the spot. Dammit. He couldn't think when Cas did shit like that.

"Yeah, okay," he said instead of trying to argue or talk Cas out of doing something stupid. It wasn't like he hadn't already starting putting roots here; he already had a job. Part-time, but still. Bobby had only been too happy to give a reference, sounding positively gleeful for the old curmudgeon when he'd called in the favor and explained why.

Dean's eyes slowly blinked open when he felt Cas slide off his lap, his entire body feeling suddenly lighter and cooler without the Omega's weight and body heat. He looked over to see Cas giving him an expectant look. Oh. "Now now?"

"Yes," Castiel said with a shrug. "It's early enough," he said glancing at his watch. He remained as impassive as he could while Dean still sat there, green eyes darting away as he thought. It was probably an impulsive decision, but now that it was out there... He really couldn't wait. He didn't see any point to it, really.

The very idea of going to sleep later without Dean beside him in his bed was unthinkable. He didn't move when Dean suddenly bolted up from the sofa, practically running for his jacket. He startled when Dean made an about face and ran back towards him, practically falling on him in his rush.

"Okay," Dean breathed, swooping down and kissing Cas, hard, before hurrying back for his keys. "Be right back!" he yelled over his shoulder. He paused, hand on the door knob, and looked back towards Cas. He didn't know what he expected to see—maybe Cas wringing his hands as he reconsidered—but the sight of Cas smiling wide enough to show gums and wrinkle his nose was reassuring. He nodded once and bolted, already going through a mental list of his few belongings still scattered around his motel room so he wouldn't forget anything.

By the time he got back to Cas', the lights were out and he was rethinking the whole thing as he stood there on the darkened stoop, his duffel over his shoulder and his heart in his throat.

"Coming in?" Castiel asked, breaking Dean from his thoughts. He chuckled softly when Dean jumped and gave him a sheepish smile. He held the door for Dean and closed it with a soft sigh, locking it and leaning against it, staring at Dean for a few moments. "Habit," he said, waving a hand around at the dark house. He'd waited up at the window, though.

Dean nodded and shifted on his feet, suddenly nervous. "Yeah, keeps the bills down, huh," he said inanely, closing his eyes and cursing himself for being an idiot. He was so smooth, he didn't know how Cas managed not to jump him all the time. He heard Cas shuffle closer, his slippers whispering against the floor, but he didn't open his eyes. He wasn't surprised when he felt arms wrap around his waist and Cas' head rest against his chest.

He was quick to drop his duffel and return the embrace, though. He was slowly calming down, too, the longer he just stood there holding Cas and inhaling his scent. "Sorry."

"S'okay," Castiel mumbled against Dean's chest. He smoothed his hands up and down Dean's back, humming softly with contentment. "It's not like I'm an expert on this either," he said softly. He leaned back and slid his arms along Dean's hips until he was standing upright. "We can wait on the whole mate thing if you wa—"

Dean cut off that dumb idea with his lips, moaning softly when Cas was quick to respond and press in hot and close again, hands firm and greedy at his waist. He pulled back just a little and shook his head. He wanted this and Cas was sure, he knew if he kept asking it would only piss him off. And he really didn't want to even attempt anything like this if Cas was pissed off at him.

"No, I'm good. Let's do this," he said, trailing kisses along Cas' jaw and down his neck. He gently nuzzled at the soft spot where neck met shoulder and breathed out, lightly closing his teeth over the area. He nearly grunted and rubbed his growing erection against Cas when his Omega pressed closer and huffed out a breath that sounded like a whine, cocking his head further towards his shoulder, submissive and practically begging for more than just that tease.

Castiel smacked at Dean's chest the moment the Alpha pulled away for another inhale. "Wait. Not here," he breathed, knees going weak and feeling rubbery when teeth danced over his neck again. He leaned into Dean when an arm wrapped around his waist and held him close, steadying him. "Oh fuck," he breathed when Dean's teeth nipped at him a little harder, pleasurepain darting through his body hotly, his thighs tingling and slick already seeping out.

He went willingly when Dean wrapped his other arm around him and practically carried him towards his bedroom. He sunk his fingers in Dean's hair and held him close, unwilling to let the Alpha step away now that he was so close. So willing. "No," he whined softly in the back of his throat when Dean tried to pull away, using his hands to pull Castiel's out of his hair.

Dean's low chuckle made him shiver and he went loose and pliant when hands were at the hem of his shirt, lifting his arms quickly and obediently when Dean pulled up. Oh. Yes. Less clothing was a wonderful idea. He quickly returned the favor, yanking on Dean's flannel, nearly tearing it as he dragged it down Dean's arms. Pulling off Dean's T-shirt before his arms could lower again. He slammed their chests together and the moment they were skin to skin, he sighed out a soft moan.

It really hasn't been that long since they'd been intimate but the atmosphere was different, charged in a different way, and he didn't think he could get close enough to Dean. He raked his fingers down Dean's sides, trying anyway.

"C'mon," Dean murmured, leading Cas towards the bed. He'd never done this before but he'd heard it can be pretty overwhelming and he wanted Cas to be as comfortable as possible. Plus, he didn't think he'd ever be able to live it down if he passed out or something. He didn't know whether to laugh or moan when Cas practically dove onto the bed, eager. Fingers wrapped around his wrist and then he was falling, yanked onto the bed and landing on top of Cas in a graceless sprawl.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel murmured, smiling softly. Dean scrambled to a more dignified spot next to him and pulled Castiel into his lap, glowering playfully at him. He shrugged and didn't bother apologizing for his zeal; he wanted this and he wanted it now. He got comfortable in the V of Dean's lap, crossed his ankles behind Dean's rear and slid his arms over Dean's shoulders. He leaned in close and narrowed his eyes, "Now, stop stalling."

He could see Dean's hands trembling slightly when Dean lifted them to cup his face, knowing his Alpha was using all of his stubborn, push-through-and-get-this-done bullheadedness he employed for any situation. Dean was still feeling less than confident but unwilling to back down. He knew Dean was fighting the urge to question—again—if he was sure. And really, if he didn't know Dean wanted this too, he would back off until Dean was ready.

But he knew his Alpha… knew the strange, infuriating way he sometimes thought the worst of himself. As if Castiel himself was infallible and without flaws. He'd probably find it endearing, romantic and possibly amusing if he wasn't growing increasingly frustrated with each passing moment that Dean just sat there, cupping his face tenderly and staring. He could feel his slick soaking through the thin cotton of his underwear and he squirmed, amazed at the sheer amount outside of a Heat.

Castiel pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck, wordlessly showing how sure he was. Dean huffed and pulled him down for a kiss, reaching behind himself to grab each of his ankles in his hands, pulling his legs apart as Dean leaned forward and sending him onto his back. He didn't even have time to gasp before Dean settled between his legs and he shifted to give him room, let their bodies align, tucking his knees in tight against Dean's sides.

He nuzzled Dean's neck, sliding his hands up Dean's back, fingers digging into muscle and shoulder blades hard enough to make Dean hiss and buck his hips lightly. He pulled his Alpha in close, almost losing his breath at the ease of Dean's acquiescence, the weight of his Alpha on top of him but thrilling in the knowledge Dean was allowing the comforting gesture. Letting himself be mollified and soothed, held close and treasured.

"Dean," Castiel murmured, letting the rest of his demands, wants, needs hang in the air between them. He smiled against warm skin when Dean exhaled, the sound soft and shaky, and nodded slowly. Dean's hands slid up his back and he practically melted into the touch, relaxing as a hand settled at the back of his neck, gently clamping down in a light but dominating touch.

Dean inhaled, sounding just as shaky and terrified but feeling more confident as he pressed against Cas', urging him back until they were both sinking into the mattress. He cupped Cas' face and kissed him again, feeling overwhelmed again. He pulled off and rested his forehead against Cas' shoulder, needing a moment to breathe. He inhaled deeply, sucking the scent of Omega deep into his lungs.

It was an awesome scent and he idly wondered if he really deserved this—forever. He was pulled from his thoughts by a hand in hair, yanking his head up to meet intense blue eyes, squinting menacingly at him. He could tell Cas was getting impatient. He knew what Cas wanted and it was damned hard to refuse it because he wanted it, too.

He inhaled once more and pressed a kiss to Cas' down-turned lips, pecking little kisses along them until they twitched upright. He hummed and sucked Cas' bottom lip between his own and Cas' breathing picked up, those strong, long legs slid up to press tight against Dean's hips. He kissed down to Cas' neck, trailing kisses along his shoulder, slow and wet, until Cas was practically panting and writhing under him. The sharp-sweet scent of Omega was almost enough to make him dizzy, his dick at full attention even as his teeth itched and his whole body buzzed.

OK. He could do this.

"Ready?" Dean could see Cas' skin goose bump with the exhale and Cas nodded, his hair a mess against the pillow. He gently nipped at Cas, increasing the pressure slowly until he heard Cas' gasp out a filthy sounding moan, hands flying up to press against the back of his head and press down, as if Cas was afraid he'd pull away.

Not a fucking chance. He moaned against Cas, unable to control his hips as they rutted and pinned Cas under him. His eyes clenched shut as he pressed down, feeling Cas hot and hard yet soft and yielding against him. He could barely breath through the sensation, his body shuddering as he carefully sunk his teeth in. He dimly registered Cas' legs crossing over his ass, fingers digging into the muscle in his back, Cas arching up into him and making the best sounds ever as the heady, full scent of Cas nearly suffocated him.

Castiel gasped as Dean's body went slack, his weight pressing into him. Even through their clothing he could feel Dean's full knot pressing hot, hard and heavy against him. He wished he'd had the forethought to completely rid them both of clothes as he shuddered with orgasm, pinned under Dean's weight and feeling the hot gush as he came at the same time as Dean did.

Dean grimaced as he slowly loosened his jaw, easing his teeth from Cas. As soon as he let go, Cas grabbed his head, licked a hot stripe up the side of his neck and sunk his teeth in. He groaned and tightly closed his eyes, hands fisting in the blankets by Cas' shoulders. Pain throbbed and ebbed into mind-numbing pleasure and he was bucking into Cas, feeling almost as if he came again.

He felt boneless when Cas eased away, fingers petting through his hair, lips soft and gentle as Cas licked and kissed down his shoulder. He managed to get his hands under himself and slowly pushed up, elbows wobbling a little but needing to see. He stared at the sluggishly bleeding bite mark on Cas' neck, lightheaded and feeling delirious. Giddy almost.

Maybe a little bad, too, because it looked painful.

He met Cas' eyes, pleased to see the blue dark and a little glassy. He laughed, unable to contain the bubble of excitement and affection, and leaned down to press a soft, stupidly chaste kiss to Cas' bitten lips. He laughed again, against Cas' mouth, and shook his head as he propped himself back up.

Castiel winced when Dean slowly leaned away, partially from the lingering throbbing pain as he turned his head to look and from the cooling mess that was their laps. He chuckled weakly, shifting in place at the tacky feeling of come and slick. "Shoulda gotten all the way naked," he muttered, voice coming out slurred and gravelly.

Of course, then the bed would be an utter mess, but somehow it seemed unimportant. Possible a sight better than rutting against each other, practically fully clothed, while they'd marked each other. But still, he could only feel content and satisfied that it happened.

Castiel stretched a little, feeling languid and completely blissed-out, smiling dopily up at Dean when his Alpha looked down at him, a hint of concern in the nakedly adoring look.

"Yeah," Dean said, nodding a little. Naked was always good.

He carefully rolled off Cas but didn't go far, settling at his Omega's hip instead of squishing him. He rubbed his thumb along one jutting hipbone, smiling crookedly at Cas' spacey look before leaning in to unzip Cas' pants. He paused and took in the huge wet spot at Cas' crotch, tongue slowly dragging across his bottom lip, nose twitching as he stared. "Jesus, that all you?"

Dean reached out and dragged two fingers through the cooling, sticky mess. Cas grimaced at the sensation and he offered an apologetic look before pulling away. Even if he wanted to poke and prod some more, smear it around like a freakin' pup finger painting. Maybe preen a little at the absolute mess he'd made his Omega make… But he knew how clammy and gross that shit was so he didn't push it.

Castiel quirked an eyebrow at the breathless awe in Dean's voice. "Not entirely," he said, indicating the mess on the outside of his pants and eyeing Dean's own soiled pants. He lifted his hips when Dean pulled on the legs of his pants, grimacing as it clung for a moment, sticking a little before dragging wetly across his skin. He eagerly kicked the fabric free. He leaned up on his elbow, fingers settling on the button of Dean's jeans and intent on returning the favor.

He looked up when Dean's hand covered his and gently pushed away, pressing his fingers into the rumpled bedding. He didn't say anything, just looked up at Dean with a curious expression.

"Just—" Dean huffed out a breath, slowly. He closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, skin pricking with that need to stop Cas from fussing but feeling like a dick about it, too. He knew Cas had just as many urges and instincts and he never wanted to push Cas. But... sometimes—he needed. He knew Cas wouldn't immediately get pissy about it, that Cas sorta liked it and let Dean do his thing instead of arguing just to be a shit.

He rolled his shoulders again and focused on peeling Cas' socks off before finally looking his Omega in the eye. He shimmied up Cas' prone body, thrilling more than a little at how relaxed Cas was, how he relaxed and sank even more into the mattress when Dean caged him in between his hands and knees.

"Just lemme get you first, okay?" Dean murmured, dropping down low enough to place a few kisses along Cas' collarbone and neck, licking sweat-sweet skin, along tendons and muscle. Maybe Cas wouldn't notice he was being a complete sap if he got him all worked up again.

Castiel smiled softly and nodded, relaxing back on the bed. He smiled lazily when Dean's shoulders relaxed too, his Alpha calmed by getting his way and being allowed to take care of him. He hummed with contentment as Dean worked his sticky underwear down and off, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder and looking down at him. He warmed a little, feeling aroused and a little self-conscious at the intense attention.

Dean breathed in through his mouth, teeth clamped on his bottom lip and just barely resisting the urge to bury his face in Cas' thighs, snuffle around and lap up the awesomeness that was their mingled scent. Tempting but now wasn't the time; Cas looked ready to pass out any moment. He rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, trying to ignore the mess in his own boxers. Jesus, he can't believe they'd just went off like that… Kind of gross but still fucking awesome.

He turned on the hot tap and let the water run, staring at himself in the mirror as he waited for the water to heat. He didn't look much different, really, just a little more fucked out than normal and grinning like an idiot at his reflection as he ran a washcloth under the hot water. He tilted his head to the side and poked at the mark on his neck, hissing through his teeth when pain and pleasure lanced through his body at the touch. "Shit," Dean muttered, poking at it once more and hoping it didn't fade too much as it healed. It looked pretty badass.

Dean wrung out the washcloth, balling it up as he walked back to the bed, keeping the heat in as long as he could. He paused as he got to the edge of the bed, looking down at his Omega with a small smile. Cas looked half asleep, shamelessly spread-eagle and bare-assed on the bed. He eased onto the mattress and gently cleaned his Omega up, taking care to get all the tacky residue off his skin. He might've lingered longer than was strictly necessary in some spots but Cas wasn't complaining.

Castiel stirred and swiped at Dean's hand lazily. "M'fine. C'mere."

"Gimme a sec," Dean muttered and made quick work of his own pants and half-assed wipe down. He crawled into bed next to Cas, enjoying the prospect of warm, naked skin. As soon as he got close enough, Cas rolled over and plastered himself to Dean's front, slotting their legs together and wrapping his arms around him in a death grip that he really hoped would loosen once his Omega fell asleep.

He didn't even bother to get some space, just adjusting their legs and position a little. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he really enjoyed cuddling. Especially with Cas. He groped around until he found the blanket edge and worked it up and over their bodies, settling into the mattress with a long, soft sigh.

Dean stared at the ceiling, trying to make peace with this being reality. He really really hoped he didn't wake up in the skeezy motel room tomorrow morning, having dreamed all this and seeing peeling paisley wallpaper instead of Cas' butter yellow painted walls. He startled when Cas poked his nipple, a disgruntled sounding growl resonating against his chest. "What?" he whispered, cupping a hand around Cas' shoulder and pulling him closer, lips pressing into the top of Cas' head.

"You're telling Grace tomorrow," Castiel muttered, demanding, cheek squished up against Dean's chest but he wasn't moving from his spot. It was so comfortable and warm and perfect. Dean wriggled under him, getting comfortable, and he shifted to remain close. He waited for an argument or maybe denial that Grace would even notice the changes.

Dean nodded and kissed at the top of Cas' head again and rest his cheek there, grinning at the wall. He really hoped she hadn't changed her mind... Not that they did this entirely for her, but he didn't think he could handle his daughter had been kidding and suddenly hating him for butting in and marking up her mom. He shook his head of negativity and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with Cas' soothing, sleepy scent. "Yeah, okay."

"She'll be insufferable," Castiel warned, yawning widely. He could practically see her smug little face as she ate her Cheerios, looking between the two of them and knowing (generally speaking) what had happened and she'd gotten her way. But, overall, he couldn't be bothered if she enjoyed herself the moment she found out. He only hoped she'd be truly happy. His daughter wasn't fickle but this was big and he fervently hoped she'd be as thrilled as they were about it.

Not that he'd change it for anything. Dean muttered something but a soft snore punctuated the last word so Castiel didn't bother asking Dean to repeat himself. He just snuggled in and closed his eyes, slid his leg up higher on Dean's thigh, content with Dean in his bed, home and heart.

"Yes!" Grace pumped a fist in the air and danced around the breakfast table. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she sing-songed, wiggling and dancing with each 'yes'. She paused, mid-hip thrust and looked between her parents, eyes settling on her mom. Her eyes narrowed and then suddenly widened and she stumbled back, flopping into her chair. Oh! This was awesome! "You're gonna have another pup!" she accused, pointing a finger.

Dean's eyes widened and he turned towards Cas so fast his neck twinged. "What? Holy sh— Are you?" he asked, eyes glued to Cas' lower stomach and trying to frantically remember the last time they'd mated unprotected. Cas was still on his regulators and he'd worn a stupid knot strangling condom, for fuck's sake. He'd heard of pups happening even then, but still— He leaned forward and jammed his nose in Cas' neck, sniffing and trying to see if there was any difference in Cas' scent.

He eased back when Cas' hand shoved at his shoulder but he was still only hearing white noise and the sound of blood thundering in his ears. OK. They could handle this, no problem. He had a job, Cas was his mate now so it wasn't like he would be pissed off or unwilling to have another pup, right?

"Breathe, Dean!" Castiel said sternly, tapping Dean's forehead until Dean blinked rapidly and his eyes focused on him. Part of him wanted to laugh at the completely stunned expression and reaction, but he didn't think Dean would appreciate that. And it wasn't an entirely negative reaction and he might've wished he could tell Dean he wasn't overacting for nothing. He waited until green eyes were in focus again, even if still slightly panicky and wide, making sure Dean was seeing him this time.

He grabbed at Dean's hand and tried not to grin, but he could feel his lips twitching anyway. "I'm not pregnant," he said slowly when he was sure he had his Alpha's full attention. Dean squeezed his hand, almost hard enough to make him grimace but he only squeezed back, nodding once so Dean knew he wasn't mishearing him. "Nope," he added when Dean's eyes narrowed and he leaned in again, nostrils flaring.

Dean flopped back into his chair huffed out a long breath, pressing a hand to his eyes and rubbing. His hand was shaking and he was really freakin' glad he was sitting... God, he couldn't tell if this was panic or super-high excitement. Both, probably. "Wait, what? You're not?" Cas shook his head a gain, amusement all over his face. His eyes slowly rolled in their sockets and he turned his head until he was looking at Grace. He frowned and pointed a finger at her, "What's up with the dramatics, brat?"

"I watch a lot of TV?" Grace offered with a shrug. She giggled into her hand when Dean made a choking sort of sound and swooned dramatically into her mom's lap, muttering about no more daytime TV. He was such a dork... She jumped up with a shriek and took off, just narrowly avoiding Dean's hands as he jumped up from where he'd been laying and lunged at her. "I'm sorry! But it happens on TV all the time!" she yelled over her shoulder as she vaulted over the sofa. What else was she supposed to think?

Castiel shook his head and softly laughed, watching Grace run and laugh as Dean chased after her. The Alpha feigned left, and Grace tried to run by him with another shrieking giggle as he tackled her gently into the sofa cushions, fingers digging into her sides in a relentless tickle attack. He nearly felt bad for Grace, knowing Dean had much experience and could pinpoint all tickle-prone areas and was relentless in his attack, but she'd brought this upon herself. And he knew she was enjoying it, even if she was kicking her legs around as she giggled and screeched. He went back to his pancakes, smiling as heard Dean and Grace's laughter simmer down to breathless giggles and gasped out conversation and heartfelt apologies.

He adored his Alpha, even if he was really a pup at heart sometimes.

Grace and Dean returned to their breakfasts, flushed cheeks and breathing still labored. He eyed them both as they settled into next to each other, Grace digging in and asking about the next time Sam would visit around a mouthful of syrupy pancakes.

Dean glanced at Cas, raising a questioning eyebrow. "I guess I can call him, ask him when Jess'll let him off for good behavior."

"Oh! Can it be next month?" Grace asked. "It's my birthday!" She bounced in her seat. It would be so cool to have everyone there for her next birthday party. Even better because she'd be officially 10 and everything.

Dean nodded, throat tight and a smile plastered on his face. Cas' foot bumped his under the table and he relaxed enough to give him a real smile and flap his hand dismissively. He was probably going to be blindsided with small, dumb shit like this a lot and he needed to get used to it. "Yeah," he finally said, nodding and cutting into his pancakes. All the syrup had been sucked up, but they were still good. "I'm sure Uncle Sammy would definitely be here for that."

"Awesome," Grace gushed and went back to her breakfast, scrapping her plate and putting it in the sink before rushing off to her room. She had to go message Uncle Sammy on facebook, invite him to her party now.

Castiel watched her go, wincing a little when the door slammed.

"Geez," Dean muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. His hand flopped to the table and he glanced up at Cas. "Sorry, I feel like a real winner not knowing that."

Castiel smiled and settled his hand over Dean's, squeezing gently. He didn't know what to say to that or what would ease Dean's guilt. He fiddled with Dean's fingers, tracing the edges of his blunt nails with his thumb. "You can always just get her a big gift—she'll forgive you," he joked.

"Yeah, true. Girls like ponies, right?" Dean asked, looking up towards the ceiling, brows pinched with thought. When Cas didn't answer, he looked back down, fighting the urge to laugh at Cas' expression. He was squinting dangerously, nostrils flaring just a little. As tempting as it was to bribe the kid with a big, awesome gift, there was no way he'd go for a pony.

A dog maybe... Grace got that same look around puppies that Sam always did; eyes lighting up and darting over, a silent 'Can we get one?' in their huge, adorable eyes. But, yeah, nope. He smothered the urge to buy his kid off and worked on not snickering at Cas' squinty eyes of doom.

Castiel looked up, eyes narrowed. He was trying to figure out how serious Dean was when his Alpha gave him a wide, charming smile.

"I'm kidding! Geez, turn off the death-ray glare," Dean said through a chuckle, picking up their entwined hands and kissing the back of Cas' hand. He nibbled and licked at Cas' knuckles, trailing down to kiss the back of Cas' hand, kisses getting more involved and obnoxious until his Omega's stern frown trembled into a smile. Much better. He puckered up and smacked another kiss, making it a little filthy and suggestive as he used some tongue, probably looking ridiculous but at least it got Cas smiling.

He smiled against Cas' hand and winked, placing one last kiss on the back of it before letting it go and standing, putting his plate in the sink. He stood at Cas' shoulder, needing to touch again. Maybe it was because of the new-mate thing, but he couldn't resist the urge and Cas was already leaning into him, so maybe it wasn't just him. Not that he needed to be nibbled on to wanna touch Cas, be close to him and be hard pressed to let him out of bed...

Dean ruffled Cas' hair, watching it flop and settle right back where it was. Cas just leaned into his touch with a small smile on his face, tilting his face up in a gesture Dean couldn't ignore. A final kiss and he was off to finish unpacking and get settled in. He was half dreading, half waiting for Sam's response to his earlier text... He knew his brother wouldn't be upset, the exact opposite actually, he just wasn't looking forward to the chick-flick moment they were bound to have over it.

Not that he exactly minded... there was a teensy part of him that wanted to gush over his Omega. Maybe rub it in a little to anyone that happened to see them together how awesome and perfect his mate was and he was all Dean's. Sam would understand; the little shit had been insufferable for months after he and Jess mated.

He heard his phone buzz and the muffled tones of 'Smoke on the Water' and fished around in his discarded jeans until he found his phone. He tapped his phone, the screen lighting up and showing three messages from Sam; two voice mails and one text. He tapped the text first and snickered at the all caps message of surprise and congratulations. The other one was mostly just emojis, the big dork. He could only imagine what the voice mails would be and decided he'd listen to them later.

Dean smiled and tucked his phone away, whistling happily through his teeth as he went for his duffel.